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              he loves her too. immensely & without a doubt he loves her even if he’s not one to openly express in words, but god does he love her. a smile peaks at the far corner of his lips, & dick’s practically willing himself into some semi-balance of consciousness. happy to shift & roll amongst the sheets at the call of her voice. there’s a moment in which he peeks an eye open, & another wherein which he grins at the adorable bed-ridden appearance she’s currently sporting.

             a hum echoes as he drowsily reaches for her. he’s content to just ghost over the soft curves of her hips as he smooths his hand to the small of her back, & then he’s dragging her in. tucking her body just beneath his & propping himself up overtop of her frame with a cackle that’s a little too bright for someone who’d just woken.

             his nose wrinkles in his amusement as he leans down & captures her lips in a kiss. one that lasts nothing more than a second as he pulls back & cheekily brackets himself above her with his elbows. “just a kiss?” & there he goes, lowering himself just a faction to hover mere inches above her so that his lips barely brush against her own. “you sure you only want one?”

a single gasp of breathe would leave her lips the moment she felt the weight of his being pressed on top of her. it was something she always loved to feel in the morning. his loving embrace. his fingertips, pressed against her bare skin; his breathe moving down the coarse of her neck. how he spoke such sweet things to her in the morning && enjoying it without a cup of coffee in her hand, she would never know. 

     ❛   don’t you start that.     ❜        immediately, she would bite her bottom lip. teal hues searching for his face; the one that she loved to look at. the one that gave her comfort, the one that mad sure she was safe.    ❛    you know i want more, but i always have to stop you.     ❜     barbara would let out a quiet laugh, before grasping his lips between hers, pulling him closer to her than she has ever done before. oh, how she loved him. he kept her grounded; safe. he was there for her, more times than anyone else had been before. dick grayson was her rock, her safety.

[ text: quick feet ] i told you to get two black coffees.  [ text: quick feet ] five pizzas.  [ text: quick feet ] all of them are for you. i’ll just have one slice. [ text: quick feet ] but i told you to be here in ten minutes and it’s been twelve minutes and twelve seconds.  [ text: quick feet ] you’re late. 

her finger tips would clack against her keys, as she continued to formulate a code. messing with numbers was her favorite thing in the world to do. it was easy. she didn’t have to listen to anyone but the swift punching of her fingers as they hit the keys, already knowing what they had to do to complete a task. she didn’t have to think about code anymore, her brain, her mind, her body just did it. she could do it in her sleep at this point in time. 

it was rare to see barbara in a state, a single tear rolling down her cheek, being wiped away by the hand that gripped her coffee mug ( that held nothing in it ) with fever, with intent to kill.     ❛     hey, cassandra....     ❜      her voice was a little hoarse, tender as she tried to clear it with a simple cough before sipping from her empty glass to cover up her momentary out break of emotion.

       ❛     i wasn’t expecting you here. i thought you were going to stay that the manor tonight. i’ll... go make some food, maybe some coffee or whatever you want.    ❜

of course her intuition would lead her here. to a station, to a police station. a place that she used to feel safe, to feel at home at. but now?? this was one of the WORST places to be at. everyone was told to come here; that they would have shelter, a safe spot; sanctuary. 

but being in a group, a mass of people only drew the infected closer. this was the last place people wanted to be.  this is where many drew there last breath.  pulling the trigger, before they couldn’t anymore. to save the few.  thinking it was for the best.

when it wasn’t. 

     ❛    who... who’s there... ???   ❜     her breath was short, finger lightly tapping on the trigger of her sawed off shotgun. 

years of being batgirl had brought her close to many, helped her build relationships she couldn’t build as a kid. she had friends. a family. but it was taken from her with in a moment. one moment that would change her; && her relationships with everyone else. it was easy to hide from some people, but harder to hide from most. having the one thing she cared about, taken from her, stripped from her being without consent; made it hard for her to face the outside world.

even if it was people barbara talked to on a daily basis. 

the two, they played, they bantered;  terry always wanted to cross a certain line with her. always commented on how cute she looked when her freckled features crinkled when she laughed, how beautiful she looked when she shipped her coffee, completely enthralled with the technology of his universe; of his timeline. it was different. more complete. everything seemed to have an ending, && a beginning. something she loved, something she thrived in.

       ❛    can you stop starin’ at me for two seconds && refill my coffee for me? i’m tryin’ to help you out here. y’know, on this mission that batman is supposedly suppose to take himself.    ❜          the quip fell from chapped lips, as fingers pushed up dark rimmed glasses that sat perfectly upon her freckled covered nose.

even for the amount of push back she gave him; he did in fact save her. save her from this universe where she had no idea where she was. it was nice to have a person; that was willing to protect her, even if she didn’t need it. 

      ❛   well if you’re not goin’ to get up && get it i’m----   ❜